I AM NOT AN ADULT

I am definitely not an adult. Adult Checklist:

• Have a career, not just a "job"
• Like your career
• Clients don't think you're too young to work here
• Don't make plans that start after 9pm because sleep
• Talking about "back in my day"
• Pay rent
• Car payments
• Drink coffee regularly
• Living away from home
• Get together with friends for no reason other than someone got a new bottle of wine
• Have a savings account
• Old enough to live with a significant other
• Old enough to get married and have it be socially acceptable
• Old enough to start a family and have it be socially acceptable
• Not be afraid to look at your bank statement

Wait.

No.

NO ONE TOLD ME I WAS AN ADULT.

When did this happen? No one warned me! 

One of my friends is going to a 4 year college and is leaving tomorrow for his 3rd year. We graduated 8th grade together. That means I'm the same age as him. That means that if I had not dropped out to focus on trade I would be starting my 3rd year of college.

Since when am I old enough to be (in theory) half way through college? Since when am I old enough for my friends to start talking about marriage and babies? We were just talking about who was going to drive us to the mall because no one had their license! That was only... 5 years ago? WHAT?!

What brought this all to light was (partly the post about my friend going back to college) that my boyfriend is moving out of state at the end of this month to pursue his career. I had already started to book plane tickets to I could visit him when he told me to hold off....

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........"We need to talk"

Now we haven't talked about the move much. Mostly because I am terrified to. So of course I freaked out a little bit.. But it wasn't awful!

He said that he isn't concerned about us handling the distance (we know it is going to be hard and we know there is going to be a lot of unexpected, but we are determined to figure it out!) but he is concerned that I am still here. He just wants to know that we have a future and that I will be willing to move up there with him eventually.

PAUSE.

Moving in with a boyfriend?! I am not old enough to do that! But I am and that's terrifying. I am not moving any time soon. Just because I am not ready to leave yet, not because of him. But oh my gosh. That is the most grown up conversation I have ever had and it just sort of happened! Like it was normal, like that's a normal thing!

I am so not ready to adult.

#burritos #thunderthighs

Oops! Forgot about my blog again.. I've been swamped at work and there is a lot I want to blog about! I think I am going to blog in reverse order.. First, let's talk about what's on my mind today. (Next post I'll tell you about my badass weekend. And maybe I'll have finally gotten the photos from my friends)

So here's what on my mind today:

Burritos! 

(Cat not included)

Actually, nothing involving a cat; the picture is just cute.

I really want another tattoo. I am craving another tattoo. I want a burrito tattoo! 

Now don't start gasping and asking if I am getting a Taco Bell tattoo (my coworker already asked) -- because I am not. I am getting a burrito because I like burritos.

I have gained weight in the last few years and, even though I still love my body, I am a little more ashamed of it than I would like to be.

I've got thunder thighs and the stretch marks to prove it.

I have started wearing longer and longer shorts over my swim suits and avoiding my tummy at all costs.

I started going to the gym a few months ago, but I didn't do it to lose weight! I started just because I want to be healthier. I like my body and am generally pretty happy with it. I like my curves, I like my butt... just maybe not the stretch marks and flubby tummy, but whatever.

So I want to do something to remind myself of why I started and to not stress about my weight. As long as I am happy with how I look, I shouldn't be ashamed. I've never really been concerned about weight - only about how I look. I care about how I fit into my favorite jeans (which fit great, by the way), and how button-up blouses look on me.

I like food.

I LOVE FOOD

And I want to remind myself that it is okay to enjoy it! I love burritos, I love pizza (my initial idea of the tattoo), I like cake! So, I want to get a burrito with scroll across it that says, "Enjoy Yourself" to remind me. :)

Write a blog post everyday!!.... Not.

After the last time I failed to complete one of those "Write a story/Take a picture/Make a post EVERYDAY" I told myself I would never try to do one again. Now I never failed because I suck at these things, but because I (would sometimes just forget but mostly) would always feel like what I had to post was not good enough. These things, in theory, are meant to promote creativity by doing exactly what they do, force you to think of something new every day. I, on the other hand, end up feeling pressured to make something at least mildly interesting every day, and my life just isn't that interesting! My every day photos included a lot of pictures of my cat and my posts.. well, they ended after less than a week.

You might be wondering what brought up this chain of thought! (You probably aren't, but that's okay.) I really wanted to write another blog post today but:
1) Did not want to feel like I had to start writing a post everyday
2) Feel that, even though I don't have anything interesting to write about, I could not be excited about rediscovering my blog and write a post just because - even if it has very little interest.

So, I am going to stop feeling like my posts always have to be interesting. I have a blog for me and my posts are for me!

Now, here is the really not interesting stuff that you've been waiting for! Drum roll, please!

*Drum Roll*

I have been house sitting 2 dogs, 1 cat, 3 hamsters, and 2 bunnies since last Wednesday. One of the hamsters had babies the day before I got here.. They ate the babies while I was here. The cat hates me, and I can't tell if the bunnies want to be held or if they want to bite me.. But the puppies love me and cuddle with me every night, so that's good!

Do you have a blog?

My boyfriend randomly asked me how to start a blog. Not even thinking that I had a blog here, I recommended BlogSpot. Then he asked the dreaded question......

"Do you have a blog?"

Before answering, I signed in to see what I had written here. Luckily there isn't much and it isn't nearly as embarrassing as my GlamBlog or Glog or whatever the myspace inspired version of this was. It was just as junior-high-hot-topic-goth-this-isn't-just-a-phase-mom phase as it sounds.

I have a feeling that he:
A) Will not be starting a blog.
B) Will not find my blog.

So I let him know that it exists, but did not tell him the name. TinyDino was not my most creative, but I am pretty proud of "Cloudy with a Chance of Chaos."

But I realized that the last time I posted was exactly two years ago today! The roommate is gone and we don't have a new one yet, I still live at home for the time being but am saving for my own place, I dropped out of college and started a much better job at a family owned jewelry store, and I am in an overall better place in my life.

As I always find myself saying, I should get back into writing/journal-ling/blogging! I'll try to make that resolution stick this time.

New Roommate

It's nearly 1pm and I don't have to work until 3pm, so I've been chilling in my batman pajamas with no bra under my shirt, watching TV and browsing the internet in my mum's room. I have only left the room twice and that was to get food.  Suddenly I hear males voices coming up the stairs.
That's it.
Rapists.
Murderers.
Robbers.
I'm going to die today.

Then, Kaylee walks up the stairs.
My new roommate decided to move in today.  I guess my mum said she could come in any time this week, as she already had the key to the house. The men are her dad and her brother. They all greeted me.

The problem now is that I'm trapped in my mother's room.  I need to get something off my desk and I should probably put on real pants and a bra, but I don't want to interact with them.

I was not prepared for this.

How To Write a Story

1.  Sit in front of laptop
2. Stare at blank page
3. Browse Facebook and Reddit
4. Stare at blank page again
5. Cry deeply
6. Run out of points for list
7. Curl up in a ball
8. Eat ice cream

Where to start?

Dear anyone reading my blog,

I'm not really sure what I intend to do with this blog.  I only recently remember that I had created this account a few years ago and thought it might be a good way to keep up on my writing.  I probably won't be keeping you up on my day-to-day living because not only have I never been good at keep a journal, but my life really isn't terribly exciting.
I graduated from high school in May and just registered for classes at my local junior college.  I plan to transfer to a four year college at the end of my sophomore year because I can't afford to go now.  I work at a local grocery store for 32-40 hours a week.  I live with my mother, a chihuahua, and a giant cat.  My dad lives nearby so I visit him regularly.  I don't have any siblings or any close family members, so I spend most of my time off work with my friends.
I'll probably use this blog to practice my writing.  I am going to school to be an English teacher so I figure I should practice as much as I can.  I would very much appreciate any constructive criticism on my stories/poetry/whatever I end up writing.

Have a wonderful day!
-TinyDino